The Brookhaven leader., 1887-05-19

| farewells, and the black-tasseled vehicles
| Of death rumble through every street
The body OF the child that was fclded
| so closely TO the mothers heart Is put
! away IN the cold and darkness. The
laughter freezes to the girls lip, and tie
| rose scatters. The boy III the harvest
| field of Shuuam says:
my head my head" and they carry
him home to die in the lap of his mother.
Widowhood stands with tragedies OF
woe struck into the pallor Of the cheek.
Orphanagc cries in vain for father and
mother oh, the grave is cruel! with
teeth OF stone II clutches for its prey. Be.
tween the closing gate of the sepulcher,
our hearts arc mangled and crushed, Is
there any earthly solacef None.
We come to the obsequies, we SIT wife
the grief-strickcn, we talk pathetically TO
their soul; but soon the obseques have
passed, the carriages have left US at the
door. the friends who stayed for few
DAYS are gone, and the heart sits in desc.
lation listening for the little feet that will
never again patter through the hall, or
looking for the entrance of those who
will never come again-sighlng into the
darkness-ever and anon coming across
some book or garment, or little shoe or
picture, that arouses former association,
almost killing the heart.
Long day: and nights Of suffering that
wear out the spirit and expunge the
bright lines OF life, and give hagsarta6ss
to the face, ami draw the flesh tight
down the cecekbone, and draw dark lines
under the suukcn eye, and the hand is
tremulous, and the voice is husky and un.
certain, and the grief is wearing, grind
ing, accommodating, cxhaustnr
Now, what arr such to doi Are they
merely to look into a brizen and unpity.
ing heaven! Are they to walk a blasted
heath unfed of stream, unsheltered by
overarching tree! Has God turned US
out on the barren common to diel Oh,
no! no mol He has not. He comes with
sympathy and kindness and love. He
understands all our grief. He sees the
height, and the depth, and the length, and
the breadth of it. He is the only one that
can fully sympath;ze. Go and tell
Jesus,
Sometimes, when we have trouble, VIC
&c 10 our friends and we explain it, and
they try to sympa thizc; but thcr Go not
pnderst and it, They can not ind erstand
it. But Christ sees all over IL and all
through it. He not only counts the tears
and records the groans, but before the
Christ saw the Utmost hiding place of
your sorrow; and he takes it, and he
weighs it, and he measures it, and he
pities 1t with an all-absorbing pity. Bone
of our bone Flesh of our flesh. Heart
of our heart Sorrow Of cuf sGrrOW.
As hong aa he femem bers Lazarus grave
he will stand by you in the cemetery. As
long as he remembers his own heartbreak
he will stand by you in the laceration OF
your affections. When he forgets the
footsore way, the sleepless nights the
weary body, the exhausted mind, the aw.
full cross, the solemn grave, then he will
forget you, but not until then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent
for our friends; but they were far away,
they could not get to US. We wrote to
them: "Come right awaT,' or tele-
graphed: Take the next train"
They came at last, yet were great
while in coming, or perhaps were too late.
But Christ is always near-before You,
behind you, within you. No mother
ever threw her arms around her
child with such warmth and
ecstasy Of affection as Christ has shown
towards you. Close at hand-nearer than
the staff upon which you lean, nearer
than the cup you put to your lip, nearer
than the handkerchief with which you
wipe away your tears-I preach him az
an ever-present, all-sym pathIzng, COM
passionate Jesus. How can you stay
away one moment from him with your
griefsi 60 now. Go and tell Jesus.
Suppose your child was in trouble; how
much would you endure to get him Quit
you would go through any hardship. You
would say:
81 don't care what it VII cost. l must
get him ont of that trouble"
Do you think God is not so good father
as you? Seeing you are in trouble, and
having all power, will He not stretch out
His arm and deliver you' He will. He is
mighty to save. He can level the noun
tain and divide the sea, and can
extinguish the fire and save the
soul. Not dim Of eye, not weak of arm,
not feeble of resources, but with all eter-
nifty and the universe at his feet. Go and
tell Jesus. viii you? Ye whose checks
are wet with the night-dew of the grave;
we who can not Look up; we whose hearts
are dried with the breath of a sirocco, in
the name of the religion of Jesus Christ,
which lifts every burden, and wipes away
every tear, and delivers every captive,
and lightens every darkness, implore
you now, go and tell Jesus.
A little child went with her father,
sea-captain, to sea, and when the first
storm came the little child was very
much frightened, and in the night rushed
out of the cabin and said.
Where is fatherl Where is fatherl"
Then they told her: Father is on
deck, guiding the vessel and watching the
Storm
The little child Immediately returned to
her berth and said: "It's all right, fol
fathers on deck"
Oh, We who are tos sed and driven in thus
world, up by the mountains and down by
the valleys, and at your wits end, l want
you to know the Lord God is guiding the
ship. Your father is on deck. He will
bring you through the darkness into the
harbor. Trust in the Lord. Go and tell
Jesus. Let me say that, if you do not,
you will have no comfort here, and YOU
will forever be an outcast and wan
derer. Your death viii be a sorrow.
Your eternity will be disaster.
But if you go to him for pardon and
sympathy, all is well. Every thing will
brighten up, and joy will come to thy
heart and sorrow will depart; your sins
will be forgiven and your foot will touch
the upward path; and the shining mes
sengers that report above what is done
here will tell it until the great arches of
God resound with the glad tidings, if now.
with contrition and full trustfulness Of
soul, you will only go ana tell Jesus.
But am oppressed, when | look over
this audience, at the prospect that some
may not take this counsel and goaway I'M
blessed. l can not help asking what will
be the destiny Of these people? So l never
care whether it comes into the text or not :;